Page 5 of Maid of Dishonor
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Veronica asks, but she sounds anything but convinced.
I want to turn around and glare at her, but this isn't the time or place for petty squabbles, even if arguing with her makes me hard as a rock.
After a few more elbow smacks to the window, one of the officers opened my door to see what the hell was going on. His reaction to my claims of who I was and the information I had about the club is similar to Veronica's, but when I give him my badge number, he reluctantly calls it in.
“I want you to continue to make it look like you are bringing him in,” my lieutenant says over the radio to the officer. “But let him go when my detective tells you.”
“What about the girl?” the officer asks.
“I’m a woman, you ass—”
"She's with me," I say, glancing over at Veronica and winking smugly at her. Amusement floods me when she groans and rolls her eyes. I do love a challenge.
Now that the situation is at hand with the club, the only thing I can do now is try to lay low and maintain my cover. But I can’t let Veronica go. I pulled her into this mess. Her well-being is my responsibility, and I take that very seriously. I won't lie. There's no denying the fact that I like the idea of not letting her out of my sight until this situation is in order. She's feisty, challenging, and sexy as fuck in that leather skirt. I'd be crazy not to take advantage of this situation that seems to have fallen into my lap.
